Trick Daddy - Where U From Lyrics
feat. Trina, Deuce Poppito)[Trick]Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya niggaTake offY'all know what time it isLiberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggasSeminola niggas, Bahhas, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox, Wynwood niggasRichmond Heights, Perine niggasHomestead niggas, Florida City niggasOvertown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggasSouth Miami niggasOpa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too)Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right[Verse 1: Trick]I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy babyDipping corners, pulling *****es in old Chevy's babyDubs or better, candy's and leatherWhat you want niggaTwo do's, Fo' do'sWe call 'em donk's niggaBreaker breaker its Dade County on the number lineSeventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five'sMy verse is seven poundsMy shit be getting downI got a sevenTrick ducking they can't catch me nowTrick Daddy Dollars y'allI'm from the mutha*****in' city of Caprice's and Impala'sI'll holla dawg??? the age, straight or shadyI still beat it babyMarried twice, five kidsI still eat it ladyAin't no shit shady ??? till I see better daysCalico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way??? bodacious boulders for yo shouldersGot that fireYou want get hi' so want you come on overBoy I'm a powder headX-man, X-consI got them boys all the way from Marathon to West PalmCall me the butcher manThe cookie cook it manI got a softYou wanna hardI guess I'll burn it then[Trick Daddy Hook:]Trick Daddy Dollars y'allI'm from the mutha*****in city of Caprice's and Impala'sI'll holla dawg[Repeat][Verse 2: Trina]I like 'em rugged gunsThugged, cold blooded niggaPinky ringing blingingAnd rollie platinum flooded niggaDon't want no buster's eitherYou got to pay this divaAnd if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see yaCause I'm the baddest *****Ballin' with the baddest cliqueI make ya money disappear like a magic trickA classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch itI keep the club jumping jumping like my girl BeyonceSelen suits looking cute with the matching bootsI'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruitYou know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga TrickThe Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thickThe diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade itI'ma first round draft pickY'all *****es getting tradedI'm triple X rated***** stay soakin' wetI set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet[Trina Hook:]It's Miss Trina babyI'm from the city where the *****es shakin' ass, gettin cashHolla back ladies[Repeat][Trick Daddy]New York niggasDC niggasDetroit niggasVa niggasGa niggasAll around worldwide nigga[Verse 3: Deuce Poppito]I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floaterI'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed rollerBustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loaderHow they go toe to toe with the 44 touterFo' show doRoom is full of pimps and thugsGhetto pharmacies with prescription drugsBanging like Krypts and BloodsWe wiping slugsOur enemies dripping bloodWorkers at the graveyard late nite diggin mudTo prepare ya for ya pillow inside the boxWhen I ride the blocks I always hide my glocksIn the dash board next to my passportIn the double S I paid thirteen cash forMy name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce PopWith the one stop shopHeroin, weed, and rocksI feed the blockAnd ride the strip in a tinted dropAnd I even met the niggas who invented rocksI got the block game from the county of DadeA bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paidWe got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct linkI pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what[Deuce Hook:]It's Deuce Poppie niggaI'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggersWhassup, holla nigga[Repeat
